You wait upstairs until nightfall. Every once in a while you would go to the top of the staircase and listen closely. You only heard some low mumbles and the occasional belch. Travis takes charge and quietly creeps downstairs. When he reaches the bottom he whispers up to you. “All clear.” You follow him down and into the hallway. The floor is covered in greasy pizza boxes so you have to take extra caution to avoid stepping on them and making a sound. Most of the lights are off downstairs, making it somewhat difficult to navigate, but luckily the pale light of the tv guided you. You follow the light into the kitchen where you see your mom sliding the last slice of pizza down her throat. She must have put on 300 pounds. She pushed herself away from the table and opened the fridge. She walked right by Travis and didn’t even acknowledge him. You turn towards the den and find your dad sound asleep on the couch with his giant belly hanging over the side. The Wishing Powder is sticking out of his back pocket. You carefully reach for it and…